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I am the father of 4 boys and 1 girl. I am earning my A.S. in Engineering and Psychology, as well as, an A.A. in Foreign Languages. I intend to go for Doctorates eventually. I am a musician, a painter, a sculptor, and if you ask my 'ole' lady-a real pain in

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Perfection: 1 of 39
I am flawless while being flawed.I am understood to be misunderstood.I am right at being wrong.And, I am very good at being bad,which means the same thing in reverse.I am absolutely nothing.I am full of emptiness.I do not think therefore I am not.And, I am very bad at being good,which means the same thing in reverse.I am too ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Imagination: 3 of 101
it sits therewaiting patientlyin the middle of the roomi wait herepondering fervantlywith scissors, paint, and gluea racing cara castleor perhaps a giant shoemy mind isgrappling to decidewhat it is that i will choosea locomotivea lemonade standa miniature city for me and youit rests in the centerof this room, it waitsand i do... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Night: 21 of 321
Great beast consumes the daythe moon has chased the sun awaythose that toil with burning skinhave tired themselves and are turning inprimetime t.v. split by newsa husband and wife have things to dothe children tucked away in bedthe bus comes early the father saida drunkard man urinates his clothesand for police men strikes a ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 66 of 693
a box of wormsa shake of eartha hole dug in her realityWe prayed for loveand a little more timeand we held on through catastrophea drunken foola beat up cara man made into enemyWe prayed for himand a little white lieand we prayed for his entire familya rusted locka bolted doora shovel never seen beforeWe prayed for usand a bi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Blood: 5 of 35
it makes up eight percent of my body weightit serves as a vehicle for all that is meit feeds me with nutrientsand helps my body to breatheaside from the burdenof carrying oxygen gasit works a part time jobtaking out carbon dioxide trashso much is tiedto this wonderful stuffit's even vaguely associatedwith the emotion of lovei... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Life: 63 of 343
People are always trying to fit in. The other day I saw an elderly man tooling around in a low-rider he had a nose ring and was jamming out to metallica. Guess the base was more for show as he adjusted his hearing aid several times. People are always trying to fit in. My grandmother uses this ne... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Strength: 5 of 26
I often ask myself, what it takes to be a good man. I watched my father walk in and out of the door, when he was my age, holding down two and three jobs. I swore that I was never going to be forced into that position. I have made my share of mistakes. I look back at the times that he worked so ha... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Friendship: 59 of 301
I can tell you anything.I cry on your shoulder.I go to the movies with you.We play cards on saturday evenings.You can tell me dark things.You laugh at my humor.You wince when I hurt.We play golf in the winter.We go walking down a road of misfortunes.We take the wrong turns and usher each other back.We sleep in the day and han... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Lost in the woods: 12 of 60
The red Chevy Cavalier came to a pathetic halt. "Ahraeo raeo raeo raeo, chick chick pop," the car muttered. "Great," said the man just above his breath, "She's dead!" He reached into the passenger's seat and c... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ode to my quill: 3 of 15
Black inkswollen eyesblisters on my thumbs insideSmeared wordspalm is soakedi dread the words that fall belowBreathy versetakes it's tollthe letters are lost with miles to goMy faceis strainedmy thought is complete More..